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There's fire in the canyon |
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Rain on the plain |
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And an eerie kind of sadness |
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On the highway today |
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Was it driving together |
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That drove us apart |
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Or did we change direction |
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Chasing arrows and hearts |
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We've been wandering alone such a long time |
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Lose our way as we go town to town |
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Believe us to be born into a path straight and narrow |
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On every crooked road we travel down |
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And I'm checking out the road signs |
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Highway hotels |
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And their air-conditioned cable-ready cold padded cells |
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And we read them like stories |
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In trash magazines |
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We ain't really sure what it means |
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We've been wandering alone such a long time |
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Lose our way as we go town to town |
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Believe us to be born into a path straight and narrow |
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On every crooked road we travel down |
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Well I'll ride this motorway |
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For a thousand miles a day |
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Til the road runs out of blacktop |
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Or I will this world away |
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And each town is steeped in rain |
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And I know each one by name |
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Cause this road is wrapped around me |
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And I wear it like a chain |
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We've been wandering alone such a long time |
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Lose our way as we go town to town |
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Believe us to be born into a path straight and narrow |
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On every crooked road we travel down |
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Believe us to be born into a path straight and narrow |
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On every crooked road we travel down |
